I Was Shot In The Wrist When

I Think Without Writing I Would Feel Completely Useless.

The California I Knew, Old Rancho California, Is Gone. It Just Doesn't Exist, Except Maybe In Little Pockets. I Lived On The Edge Of The Mojave Desert, An Area That Used To Be Farm Country. There Were All These Fresh-produce Stands With Avocados And Date Palms. You Could Get A Dozen Artichokes For A Buck Or Something. Totally Wiped Out Now.

Caryl Churchill Is A Writer Of Some Note, But In The Sack, She Makes Me Explain Everything.

There's No Way To Escape The Fact That We've Grown Up In A Violent Culture, We Just Can't Get Away From It, It's Part Of Our Heritage. I Think Part Of It Is That We've Always Felt Somewhat Helpless In The Face Of This Vast Continent. Helplessness Is Answered In Many Ways, But One Of Them Is Violence.

My Dad's Side Of The Family ... They're A Real Bizarre Bunch, Going Back To The Original Colonies. That Side's Got A Real Tough Strain Of Alcoholism. It Goes Back Generations And Generations, So That You Can't Remember When There Was A Sober Grandfather.